‘Take me deeper. Let me hear those sounds you’re making…’
I never looked at men before.
Then Marcus walked into the coffee shop — all commanding presence and knowing eyes — and suddenly I’m agreeing to ‘business meetings’ that leave me gasping against his office wall.
It’s just physical, I tell myself as his fingers make me writhe, stretching me in ways I never knew I needed.
But when he bends me over, when I beg for more…
Nothing with women ever left me so hungry, so utterly wrecked.
One taste was supposed to satisfy my curiosity. But…
Can a straight guy surrender without totally losing himself?
